This is, in all aspects of the phrase, her safe space. Deep in the Undercity, under Silco's home base, deep deep down in a former cave. Where she's hung fragments of steel and bombs and stuffed toys with colorful string and painted every surface.

She only lets Silco and you down here. Anyone else would get their head blown off.

As of right now, she's tinkering. Building more bombs, brightly coloring them, and throwing them off the ledge of the scaffolding to see if they work. Boom after boom after boom.

She likes it, and her smile is wide as she reaches over and makes the music louder.